#THIS IS SO FUNNY HOW ARE YOU NOT BREAKING COVERT THO???

[fregget-frou]

Enough time has passed let them be stupid goofs

They are bros forever your honor they run a ghost busting yt channel

[spextronaut]

My thoughts on this week’s episode of the Mandalorian:

Rip Nevarro ig and they were doing so well smh

If this is another filler ass episode I will be so upset what happened to this being a show about Mando

I wish this wasn’t a Disney show bc these bitches need to be able to curse each other out so bad

Oh thank good Mando is here

BABY GIRL <33333

I do truly miss this being the Mando + Grogu show but I don’t entirely hate what’s happening (I don’t like it tho)

YEAHHHH GROGU <33333

lmao they just have. a fucking talking hammer it’s very funny

You should lay your lives down bc Grogu is cute as shit

Oh okay. That. That’s not what i expected but that’s a slay good job Paz

when people call Din by his proper name <33333

Okay this episode has gotten better since the start that’s fun

Din is being such a goddamn babygirl today I adore him

Mandalorians are really just born to slay huh

Paz is being a badass again I do love him sometimes

This feels like they’re fighting a losing battle and I’m not crazy about thatttt

Well they are at least on the ground

The Armorer my fucking beloved I love when she gets to beat the shit out of people

And the Mandos are winning again they’re slaying so fucking hard <3333

SLAYYYYY I LOVE THEM <333

Once again we’re proving that Din and Bo-Katan work best when they’re together and that’s some sibling shit right there

GROGU!!

omfg they’ve got a fuckin home now <3

Oh god the Armorer wishes to speak with her

Where in the flip flap fuck are they

Oh it’s the sewers it’s been a hell of a minute

Remove her fuckin,,, excuse me what now

The Armorer is making her break the Creed???? Her of all people???

Im so confused what is happening rn

Ohhh bitch Din was the one who was supposed to get this arc fuck you >:(

Din has the Darksaber he should be the one uniting them you fucking whore >:(

She can do it without the Darksaber??? What’s Din meant to do?? Is he gonna lead the Covert while Bo-Katan unites the Mandalorians???

What in the fuck is that it’s very very threatening

Ah hell Moff Gideon is back smh I’m sick of his shit

Mandos rescued Moff Gideon??? What???

Overall this was just… not that good of an episode? Like it was fun and I enjoyed the battles but it really made me realize how far we’ve strayed from s1 and how the writers seem to just not give a shit about Din and Grogu and their arcs anymore

I’d rate it a 3/5 bc there were good scenes but overall it just isn’t that good anymore? Save for designs and acting the show’s gone seriously downhill and I’m hoping that if it gets renewed for a s4 (if it hasn’t already) it starts going uphill again considering all the other shows coming out that can set up future Star Wars projects

Just a side note, but I hate to say that TBoBF did a better job with Din and Grogu than Mando s3 is, and that is really really sad imo. But that just… did better with interactions and characterization, especially with seeing the two of them separated? I think it would’ve been better for Grogu to be seen in TBoBF, have Din give Ahsoka the chain mail, but then we just don’t see Luke give Grogu the option to leave or not? So that way we get to see Grogu hijinks while he’s on his own with R2-D2 and/or Din trying to rebuild himself without his son around or trying to get Grogu back throughout s3

[mando-din-lorian]

A fair point indeed, however, there’s more context to it.

Lol, actually tho, I wasn’t thinking of Heavens Gate or any of that at all actually. I was thinking FLDS, Jehovah’s Witness etc.

I agree that the old Death Watch was very cult-ish. Extremely so. But Din’s covert has been referred to as “The Children of the Watch,” they came from Death Watch, but they no longer ARE Death Watch.

The thing is, the covert WASNT wrong in saying that the world outside is dangerous and that the Galaxy was out to get them. We see over and over again Din being attacked solely for his armor. The first episode was a good example of that, when that group of (idk what they were?? Slavers? Mercenaries? Black marketeers??) approached him for his Beskar. And season 2, episode 1, when that one guy was going to “harvest him for his shiny shell.” His covert could only go out one at a time for their safety. The Galaxy IS dangerous, especially for them, and it WAS out to get them. The only reason Din and his covert survived for so long is BECAUSE they stuck together.

When Din broke the Creed he was labeled an apostate but for someone who isn’t welcome he sure does get to hang out with them a lot. Everytime he’s come back to the covert, so far, he hasn’t really been turned away (unless you count the last time with Paz in episode 3, but even then, Paz is, like, the only one being passive aggressive with Din and I believe there’s more nuance to that too.) Everytime Din has sought council with the Armorer, she has sat down with him, and listened to him, and has even aided him. He asked how he could be redeemed, and she answered. He asked for the opportunity to redeem himself, and she let him.

I don’t view them distancing from Din as punishing him for breaking the creed, but for their own safety. As the Armorer said in season 1 “Our secrecy is our survival, and out survival is our strength.” The reason Din and his covert is still alive and kicking is because they adhered so closely to the Creed and kept to themselves. We haven’t seen a lot of other Mandalorian sects, but Bo said that all her allie’s left her when she didn’t come back with the Darksaber; they abandoned her and her quest (it’s kind of funny, because that’s exactly what a lot of people are saying Din’s cover did to HIM. They left him because of broke a promise. The irony.) But where Bo’s ally’s all scattered, no support, no structure, Din’s covert is still very much alive AND rebuilding. They have foundlings. A place to call home (for the time being.) They’re armored. They have community. Something that Bo, with all her conquests and ally’s, doesn’t have.

I do agree that Din probably would seek out to redeem himself out of obligation or a sense of duty. I don’t think the covert is perfect, but I don’t think it’s evil or wrong either.

Bo doesn’t have anyone, yes, but neither the Armorer nor the covert knew about that. Din, who’s had the most interaction with Bo, didn’t even know she lost her ally’s until she told him, and he hasn’t had the opportunity to tell anyone in his covert. How could the Armorer or the covert try to exploit something they don’t even know?

Once again, I don’t think Din’s covert is perfect, but I think they are a group of people who have been hunted/killed to near extinction and they’re doing what they can to survive. Following the Creed as they have has ensured they’re survival, it’s given the community and safety. It’s given them the opportunity to rebuild and grow their numbers. It’s given them something to FIGHT for. We praise Din for all his skill and the things he’s been teaching Grogu, we forget that he was TAUGHT them by his Covert. The very things we praise him for are things the covert taught him. The reason Din is alive, AT ALL, is because of the things they’ve taught him.

I would love for their views to be challenged and for them to see different creeds and Mandalorians and grow from it. But I don’t think they’re a cult, I think they’re a group of survivors building a community in a galaxy that has already almost wiped them out.

I was so worried that they were going to full on write Din’s covert off as an actual cult this is season, and I’m so so happy that’s not that case so far.

I think there’s so much more nuance to Din’s covert that a lot of fandom don’t give it credit for. I swear, some of ya’ll act like Din is being held captive by his covert (and Bo too after the recent episode) and it’s like…they’re not.

The Armorer literally told Bo that she’s been redeemed by the way of their Creed and if she WANTS to she can join them (for however long she wants to be there), but she is free to leave any time she desires. No one is going to hold her captive there.

Same with Din. Yes, he broke his creed and became an apostate, but they didn’t hunt him down and strip him of his armor. This is the Way they follow and they’ve survived so long—have been together so long—because they stuck to is to rigidly. I love how faithful Din is to his Way. I love how much it means to him. The covert is his family. Of course he’s going to fight for it.

I don’t know, some peoples relationship with Din’s covert in this fandom is weird. Like yeah, it’s not perfect, but it’s not a full-blown cult keeping all its members locked away from the rest of the galaxy. They’re a people on the brink of extinction and doing what they can to survive.

I just think we’ve gone so long with just fanon content that it’s skewing perception on canon content.

[obixwan]

it always leads to you

pairings: padawan f reader x cody

word count: 1,700 ish

blurb: after struggling to keep her relationship with cody a secret, she breaks it off with him

warnings: pre established relationship. sneaking around, the yuckyness of the Jedi order, conflicted feelings

notes: i love cody so much it’s not even funny at this point. This could have had so much more potential tho

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graphic made by the lovely @saradika 🫶🏻 i love this so much 🥲 and the sunburst pendant is PERFECT.

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The edges of the sunburst pendant digs into the soft flesh of your breasts, leaving indented markings on your skin. It is a constant reminder that none of this is ever going to be comfortable, or easy, or normal. Everyday, it is like trying to move against the tide. Everything is pulling you away. And you are tired.

Stolen looks in shadowed hallways. Soft whispers on the bridge as you overlook a war torn planet. Gentle touches in passing made to look like accidents. Hallways too skinny, ships too cramped. Fingertips grazing as he hands back your lightsaber or reports to pour over, strategies to study. Clandestine yearnings and hidden messages and late night talking as the ship flies past stars that blur in the speed of hyperspace. Dreams you shouldn’t be having about someone who doesn’t belong to you and never could. Excuses and lingerings that should mean so much more.

It’s eating away at you. You dwell on it, rotation after rotation, assignment after assignment. The only relief you feel is when you’re locked away in your quarters at the temple, with no war and nothing to remind you of him. The box of trinkets and gifts he’s given you over the years live in a locked box underneath your bed. Out of sight, out of mind. Or something like that.

But when you’re on the ship together? Everything is inescapable and allconsuming. The way he checks in on you before he heads to his own bunk. The way he watches you as you tinkered with the inner workings of your lightsaber. The way you wake with the memory of him all over you, sweat clinging to your skin. The way you can feel him all around you, everywhere you go. There is no peace. His feelings and thoughts project on you, choking you, stealing the air from your lungs.

It had all started a year or so ago, when Obi-Wan had paired you together for a covert mission, with the aim of blowing up a separatist temple. You ended up getting captured, and were forced to spend days cramping into a cell together. But those close quarters had brought something down. You were both emotionally exposed to each other in ways you had never experienced with another person, let alone a commanding officer.

The something shared between the two of you at the hands of the Separatists turned into lingering glances and secret touches. It became more than a brush of the shoulders when passing in the hallways. It became softened smiles, hungry hands wondering. Gentle whispers. It was heaven, with him. But there was a badness to it.

The betraying nature of the relationship. Both of you breaking sworn oaths in even the simplest acts of being together. The restraint you had to exercise when Cody came back from a recon mission injured, a cut down the side of his face that had turned into a nasty scar. You had cried yourself to sleep that night. Obi-Wan’s suspicious looks. He knows, of course. How could he have not figured it out, Obi-Wan being who he is? Anakin and Padme being who they are? It makes you laugh, maybe you were destined to destroy yourself through the love of another.

“How are you meant to pass your trails when your mind is always elsewhere?” Obi-Wan would scold you, brows furrowed with concern or irritation.

You’d apologise, focus on the task at hand until it gave you a headache, and then your brain would find its way back to Cody and then you’d hiss through your teeth as the training droid found it’s mark again, leaving another welted burn on your skin. Obi-Wan would scold you again, claiming you were worse than Anakin. You probably were.

No matter how hard you tried to focus on the task at hand, your mind would become clouded. Either with wonder, at what exactly Cody was doing or concern, if he was safe. It got to the point Obi-Wan had threatened to pull you from the battlefield before you became a liability.

The days aboard the ship seemed to drag. Wake up, lightsaber training, breakfast, gym, quick refresh before lunch, lunch itself, battle reports or strategies, dinner, downtime, repeat. All while dancing around Cody. Which is harder than it had any right to be, considering how closely he worked with Obi-Wan.

But Cody eventually learns your routine. With the help of Obi-Wan, no doubt. On the third day of space travel, he corners you on your way back to your quarters after dinner. You knew he had been trying to catch your eye all dinner from his seat, a few tables over. You forced yourself to rush through your meal, excusing yourself from the table, telling the boys you were sat with that you had extra strategies to go through.

You groan internally as you see him push himself up from the table at the same time you get up. You rush out the door regardless. For once in your life, you’re cursing Obi-Wan and his willingness to turn the other cheek when it comes to his padawan and his commanding trooper and the possibilities of an infidelity happening right under his nose.

“You’re ignoring me.” He says, as he follows you down the hall to your quarters. “Why?”

You sigh, throwing your head back but you keep walking. “We can’t keep doing this, Cody.”

He doesn’t say anything until you’re both locked in the safety of your room, the scene so familiar but not usually this tense. Usually, Cody would be having you in ways no other man even dared to imagine. But not this time. “What do you mean?”

“It’s destroying me.” You say, as you start to unravel your Jedi robes. You pull up your under shirt, revealing thousands of laser burns from the training droid. Some are old, scarred over little marks that could be mistaken as scars from the Jux Pox. Others have turned into nasty scabs that refuse to heal, that itch against the rough spun material of your tunics. The fresher ones are red, welted and still sting. “I can’t even beat a training droid.” You drop your shirt. “How do you expect me to win on a battlefield when all I can think about, all I can feel, is you.”

Cody is watching you, a grim frown on his features. His scar scrunches up his face, and his lips are pulled downward. You can feel the turmoil crashing over him in waves. It hits you over and over again, like the thump of a stun plaster.

You shake your head, leaving him standing at your bed as you begin to go through your nightly routine. “I’m sorry, Cody. But I just can’t keep doing this.”

“You’re right.” He calls after you, stopping you in your tracks, hands buried in your drawer trying to find your night clothes. “It’s destroying us. So why do we keep doing it? Why keep sneaking around?”

“What do you mean, why keep sneaking around? What are you saying? It’s the only way we can be together.” Your heart is in your chest. And you're not sure whose pulse you’re feeling; if it's his or yours, but it’s doing overtime.

“Let’s just walk away.” He says, walking towards you to take your hands in his own, the rough calluses of his thumbs rubbing across your knuckles. The way he’s done so many times before. “We could leave. Go somewhere they would never find us.”

You yank your hands out of his, pulling them away like he’s burnt you. In a way he has. “You’re talking about treason.” You say, taking a step back. “and Cody, the chip. They’d find us.”

He follows you across the room, sitting on the bed next to you. He forces you to face him. “I’ll remove it. I’ll find a way.” He pleads but you’re still shaking your head. “We both know we are meant to be together. We are one half of a whole.” He says, forehead touching your own.

You pull away and pull him up off your bed. “You’re too good of a soldier, Cody.” You place a soft kiss on his check. His eyes start welling up with unspilled tears. “It would haunt you until the day we die.”

“Please.” He says.

Everything is flashing before you. The shared nights in each other’s arms, Cody waking up in the early hours to sneak back to his own bunk. The early mornings on strange planets, both offering to take the graveyard watch. Rough hands caressing your thighs. His own force signature brushing up against yours in a way that set the hairs on the back of your neck up. Late night laughing as the stars of the universe wiz by. Secret kisses, secret moments, that are yours and his and no one else’s.

The situation before you is so familiar... Cody in your room, you in some state of undress, everyone else carrying on with their day. But instead, he’s crying and pleading with you to run away with him. You’re not sure how you got here; in the middle of an illicit relationship with someone who could never wholly be yours, or you his. Every road you have ever taken, every decision you have ever made has led you here, to a road that is splitting in front of you. On one side, lies Cody and a life on the run but you’d be together and free from any implications of jedi and the republic… until they find you. It’s selfish and indulgent and it's the life you dream about. On the other side, lies a career in the Jedi order, the knighthood you’re so close to achieving, a life standing up for others too weak to use their own voice. Selfless and the exact thing you were born for. And you were born for it, or the force wouldn’t call to you like it does. You know what you have to do.

You shake your head, trying to clear it of all the muddled thoughts and screaming voices. I love you. Yes, I’ll run with you. Let‘s leave tonight. “We serve something bigger than ourselves, Commander.” And you open the door for him to leave.